One Life

Chapter Five

You know the uneasy feeling, when everything around you is spinning and looks all curvy and convex. That feeling when your last meal is rushing up from your stomach to exit. That feeling when you feel weak, and useless?

That's exactly how I was feeling.

I shot up from my bed, regardless the nausea, and dizziness, and charged towards that bathroom.

Did I make it to the toilet?

Yes.

But did I make it only in the toilet?

Not at all.

There was vomit that overflowed my mouth, and went past my hands, spilling on the floor.

What was wrong with me?

My hands cupped the side of the toilet, probably leaving vomit handprints.

I was on my knees, as I let out all the waste force it's self out. The tips of my hair swirled in the toilet.

Suddenly two hands grazed my collar bones, then my hair was being pulled back into one grip.

When my stomach felt empty, I stared down into the toilet making sure I was done.

I was aware that I was breathing majorly, and that I was covered in my over digested food.

The hands dropped my hair, and touched my shoulders.

I pulled away, crawling to sit between the toilet and bathtub.

Harry was infront of me, on his knees.

I didn't look directly at him, but I could see him through my peripheral.

We sat there quietly for a bit, and I supposed his knees got irritated, so he sat on his butt, his legs up, as his forearms rested on his knees, leaning against the wall across from me. He sat similar to my sitting position except he wasn't hugging his legs.

His lips made this sound as they parted. No words were followed after.

I looked at him, expecting him to say it, but he didn't.

He simply swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, and closed his mouth again.

Nothing was to be said.

Silenced lingered in the air for quite some time.

The vomit on the floor began to probably harden.

I was surprised the sour stench hadn't bothered Harry like it bothered me.

As I brought my gaze to Harry's emerald eyes, he looked back at me expectantly.

I looked at his clothes, as he was wearing the same clothes from yesterday, and his blazer was on, as well as his white converse.

He opened his mouth again, and this time words came out.

"Did you drink last night?"

I shook my head warily.

And he gave me a small nod pursing his lips.

"And so you remember everything?"

I thought about last night, replaying the sceneries over in my head. 30 seconds later I answered.

"Yes."

Then he exhaled like he had been holding a worried breath in.

"And we didn't..." It took me a second to realized what he was saying. "You know... Do it?"

I scrunched up my face, gasping. "Ew, God no!"

"And you're not..."

What?